"The Unplugged Challenge" - Sex Stories

"The Unplugged Challenge"

... it shook furiously formed in my head. My cock began to stiffen. I didn’t want it to. “Why are you telling me things like this? I do not need to know stuff like this.” “I don’t know, you’re all red-faced 'cause I caught you doing something embarrassing… I thought it’d make you feel better.” It did, a little, but in another way it made the situation more uncomfortable. “Fine, just, could you go somewhere else for a few minutes?” She looked at me. “Okay, but… don’t you need something to look at?” “Like what? You got a Playboy magazine stashed somewhere?” She raised both her eyebrows and widened her eyes, giving me a look that expressed how she couldn’t believe I wasn’t getting what she meant. “No, dummy.” For good measure, she pointed at her chest. There was only a slight bulge beneath her shirt, but it was still obvious. “You?” I asked incredulously. “But you’re my s****r! Are you sure you haven’t been watching the Jerry Springer show?” Her face fell, and she turned to leave. “Fine, forget I asked.” I called after her, “Wait!” She slowed, then stopped, then turned, though folded her arms across her chest uncertainly. “You’d be willing to do that?” She shrugged. “It’s not like I’ve got anything else to do. No TV, no Internet, no phone. Not allowed to go out.” The shrug appeared again. “It’s this or homework.” “Well, I don’t want you to have to resort to doing homework,” I joked nervously. “Go on, then.” I was now staring at her tits, as though I could already see. It seemed to ...

... me to take forever, but it was probably only a few seconds before she lifted up her shirt over her breasts and used her chin to pin it there. She wore no bra, which was a pleasant surprise. Then again, her tits were never that big. They were probably an A-Cup, and though they had a pleasing roundness to them and a good shape, they weren’t the huge knockers I usually looked at. Her nipples were light pink, fading out gradually towards the skin, and they even seemed to be a little erect. Size aside, the tits looked almost perfect to me, except for the small triangles of slightly paler skin. Yet the tan lines somehow made it more erotic to me, as though highlighting the fact that I was seeing what I’d previously only seen covered by a swimsuit. My growing dick fought against the pillow in front of it. It was probably harder than it had ever been, as though the fact that it was my s****r made it more exciting than anybody else I’d ever seen. Still keeping one hand on the pillow, I moved my other underneath it and began stroking. Krista grimaced. “If you’re going to do it like that, I’m going to go.” “What?” “Under a pillow? Really?” “You want to see?” I gaped. “But I’m your b*****r.” “So, I’m your s****r, and you’re looking at me. I can just pretend it’s some other guy, that’s what you’re doing with me, right?” She thought about what she said and corrected, “Well, but some other girl.” “Yeah,” I lied. It wasn’t really that she was my s****r that made me hesitate. It was a part of ...